The first time he noticed her, he was waiting for friends and she was trying to walk across the corridor. Or rather, trying to get past him.
She had delicate features, big, almond shaped (and coloured) eyes and shiny, thick hair. He noticed all this, and made a note, but rather in the way a pen writes on paper. The pen does not hold an opinion on what it writes. It is the holder of the pen who has that liberty. What he, the holder, noticed was this-the sadness, the sorrow, the anger. And the courage, the one shred of faith she held onto with her elegant hands. Such beautiful, real emotion.
The beauty on the inside.
The second time, they were rivals, playing against each other. He playing with the purpose of meeting an old friend and settling an old score and her purpose was to...do what, exactly? He didn't know. What he did know was that somewhere in there was pain and malice, and he needed to do something about that.
So he did, and underneath was innocence .Silver tears welling up from those wide , wide eyes, revealing the light that had been switched on inside. An uncertain, wavering light .But still a light. A nice light, one that he liked to see.
Another example of the beauty on the inside.
Time went by and they became friends, slowly the light grew brighter and he would find himself blinded at times. Not that he minded. He grew used to the song of her voice, the tap-tap of her shoes on the ground. He thought of her. But not of her delicate facial features or slender, shapely figure or beautiful almond shaped (and coloured) eyes. More of her personality and the light.
That changed one day though. Not anything he could look back and think: So, that's where the turning point was. It was a time that couldn't really be pinpointed, so similar it was to other times. A sunny day, where he was inside working, her shoes going tap-tap on the floor and her song-voice saying his name. As usual, he'd look up to greet her. And then it seemed to sink in. The fact that this friend was really quite attractive. Delicate facial features, the slender, shapely figure, those beautiful almond shaped (and coloured) eyes, the thick, shiny hair.
Things he'd never noticed before as a pen owner, things he noticed only as a pen he suddenly grew an opinion on.
This was a girl who was beautiful on the outside, as well as the inside.